Traveling in the cargo hold of a Hercules is an acquired taste. The first time you hate it, among the cold, the noise, and the really long journeys it undertakes.
But travel enough and you get to appreciate it. Enough room to stretch your legs, cargo space to spare, be it extra rations or that extra-large case you bribed the custom officers to avoid checking.
Mum would travel with Sakura along a different route, taking a detour to South America. She wanted to restock her dart frogs.
Mr. Tohsaka along dad would be taking 1st class, the posh and proper Magus would not compromise. Dad was this close to pistol-whipping him and throwing him into a ship. But I guess he wanted to gain some goodwill or he may be getting soft on his old years.
And 'lil 'ol me?
In the words of my future father-in-law: It is only proper that the betrothed have some time to acquaint themselves before the wedding.
I was checking some boxes of semtex when the ghoulish visage arose from the confines of the sleeping bag.
My future better half was looking the part of a revenant, heavy bags under her eyes and the same kind of clumsy movements. It evoked the image of a zombie with ponytails.
-"...ooooww loooong...?"
It took almost chewing out my full inner cheek. It was a close thing.
But I managed to maintain a passable facade.
-"Please, use the toilet to freshen up. We are about to land."
-"...oooooooddddddd..."
It wasn't funny for me 11 years ago. And it shouldn't be funny now.
Yet this evil Shiriou on my left shoulder was positively cackling with glee.
I tried to find counsel with the other guy, but he said that sharing was caring. And that she needed to cut down her biting remarks like yesterday.
I shrugged and continued preparing the parachutes.
